Chapter 21
Lily had an hour before Castle came on. It was one of her favorite TV shows. Castle's daughter had luscious copper-red hair and blue eyes. Why couldn't she have been born with that coloring? But she'd been born a brownie, as her grandma called her, and when Lily complained, Grandma said, "Nobody likes the way they look. That's a fact, but you have to work with what you got, kid. So make the most of it."
Lily sighed. She looked at her reflection in the window glass. Tiger lily gazed back. Crap! She might not have been born fair and lovely, but she had been born with her mother's gift, and she'd better make use of it. An hour went fast. If she wanted to get anything done, she'd better get started.
She pressed three, tiny loop earrings into the drying putty where Georgina's eyebrow would be when she painted it. Good, they stayed in place. The putty was wet enough that she could work with it and dry enough to hold them in place. Then Lily put a smaller stud in the doll's right nostril and a loop where her lips would be. That done, she traced a pattern for Georgina's body. She had the parts cut out, ready to sew, when she glanced at the clock. Time to zip upstairs and grab another bowl of ice cream before the show started. Her hand was on the light switch, ready to turn it off, when an odd sensation stopped her. She turned and frowned. This energy didn't come from Blair. It came from Georgina. That puzzled her. The doll was barely started. Nothing had even dried yet. She never got a feeling for a person or her soul mate before a doll was further along.
Lily walked closer to the table. She could swear that waves of jealousy were roiling from the Georgina doll to Blair's. There was a brooding, begrudging vibe that moved from Georgina's cold-water putty head and shoulders toward Blair's finished parts. Lily frowned. What should she do? She felt silly when she picked up Blair and moved her to the other end of the table, far away from Georgina and out of sight. It didn't help. The vibes hung in the air, but the source of them was far away in a hospital in Indy. There was nothing Lily could do about them.
She turned off the studio lights and went upstairs. During the first commercial break for Castle, she couldn't help thinking about what had just happened. Georgina was jealous of Blair in real life. It was too bad. The girl obviously had enough problems without adding new ones to her list. But Blair was lovely, and Georgina wasn't. Blair struck Lily as intelligent, and Georgina didn't. Why wouldn't Georgina feel a little second rate around Blair?
Lily shook off the problem and picked up her knitting needles and black yarn. Half an hour later, she had a sweater's neck and one sleeve finished, but she'd had to pull the stitches on the body two times. This time, she thought she had it right.
By the end of the show, she was starting on the second sleeve, but it was hard to concentrate. Lily put her knitting aside. Yawning, she headed to bed.
The lights were on in Woodrow's room. She slipped into her pajamas and went to the curtains. When she pulled one back, Woodrow was standing in his window, watching for her. How many times did that happen? Never. She decided to give him something worth waiting for. She pressed her lips against her own glass as a goodnight kiss, and then she licked the glass. To her shock, he grinned, turned his back to her, pulled down his boxers, and pressed his butt against his window. Her eyes flew wide. Woodrow had just mooned her!
Her jaw dropped open. He yanked his boxers back up and turned to see her reaction. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to think. And then he broke out laughing and turned off his bedroom lights.
What had just happened? Why had he done that? Woodrow was usually so serious, so….proper. She climbed under her blankets, her thoughts in turmoil. And then she laughed. Woodrow was tired of her thinking of him as perfect, and he meant to let her know that he was as human as anyone else. There was a side to him she hadn't seen. And the more she thought about that, the more she liked it.
Lily had an hour before Castle came on. It was one of her favorite TV shows. Castle's daughter had luscious copper-red hair and blue eyes. Why couldn't she have been born with that coloring? But she'd been born a brownie, as her grandma called her, and when Lily complained, Grandma said, "Nobody likes the way they look. That's a fact, but you have to work with what you got, kid. So make the most of it."
Lily sighed. She looked at her reflection in the window glass. Tiger lily gazed back. Crap! She might not have been born fair and lovely, but she had been born with her mother's gift, and she'd better make use of it. An hour went fast. If she wanted to get anything done, she'd better get started.
She pressed three, tiny loop earrings into the drying putty where Georgina's eyebrow would be when she painted it. Good, they stayed in place. The putty was wet enough that she could work with it and dry enough to hold them in place. Then Lily put a smaller stud in the doll's right nostril and a loop where her lips would be. That done, she traced a pattern for Georgina's body. She had the parts cut out, ready to sew, when she glanced at the clock. Time to zip upstairs and grab another bowl of ice cream before the show started. Her hand was on the light switch, ready to turn it off, when an odd sensation stopped her. She turned and frowned. This energy didn't come from Blair. It came from Georgina. That puzzled her. The doll was barely started. Nothing had even dried yet. She never got a feeling for a person or her soul mate before a doll was further along.
Lily walked closer to the table. She could swear that waves of jealousy were roiling from the Georgina doll to Blair's. There was a brooding, begrudging vibe that moved from Georgina's cold-water putty head and shoulders toward Blair's finished parts. Lily frowned. What should she do? She felt silly when she picked up Blair and moved her to the other end of the table, far away from Georgina and out of sight. It didn't help. The vibes hung in the air, but the source of them was far away in a hospital in Indy. There was nothing Lily could do about them.
She turned off the studio lights and went upstairs. During the first commercial break for Castle, she couldn't help thinking about what had just happened. Georgina was jealous of Blair in real life. It was too bad. The girl obviously had enough problems without adding new ones to her list. But Blair was lovely, and Georgina wasn't. Blair struck Lily as intelligent, and Georgina didn't. Why wouldn't Georgina feel a little second rate around Blair?
Lily shook off the problem and picked up her knitting needles and black yarn. Half an hour later, she had a sweater's neck and one sleeve finished, but she'd had to pull the stitches on the body two times. This time, she thought she had it right.
By the end of the show, she was starting on the second sleeve, but it was hard to concentrate. Lily put her knitting aside. Yawning, she headed to bed.
The lights were on in Woodrow's room. She slipped into her pajamas and went to the curtains. When she pulled one back, Woodrow was standing in his window, watching for her. How many times did that happen? Never. She decided to give him something worth waiting for. She pressed her lips against her own glass as a goodnight kiss, and then she licked the glass. To her shock, he grinned, turned his back to her, pulled down his boxers, and pressed his butt against his window. Her eyes flew wide. Woodrow had just mooned her!
Her jaw dropped open. He yanked his boxers back up and turned to see her reaction. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to think. And then he broke out laughing and turned off his bedroom lights.
What had just happened? Why had he done that? Woodrow was usually so serious, so….proper. She climbed under her blankets, her thoughts in turmoil. And then she laughed. Woodrow was tired of her thinking of him as perfect, and he meant to let her know that he was as human as anyone else. There was a side to him she hadn't seen. And the more she thought about that, the more she liked it.
